Do you remember when you were a kid and eighteen months felt like a lifetime? Then as you get older, it doesn’t seem so long until you reach my time of life and it is nothing more than the blink of an eye. As Douglas Adams put it, time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so.
And yet, though it has been a year and a half since I committed any thoughts in this place, quite a lot has happened. I won’t bore you with the minutiae, but I thought a brief catch-up on events in the Parrot household would be in order.
Ages ago I mentioned that my dad had become quite ill and we hit a bit of a crisis point this time last year when he suffered what should have been a fatal heart attack. Luckily for him and me, it happened outside on the street and a young woman who was the only other person nearby knew enough about CPR to keep him going until the ambulance arrived.
Even so, it was touch and go and the doctor on the medical ward prepared us for the worst. But dad being dad surprised everyone by making a remarkable recovery of sorts within a few days, although he was in hospital for several weeks and only discharged on Christmas Eve.
He remembers nothing of that particular drama, nor much of that spell in a hospital bed, but given what he went through, that is probably no bad thing.
On the home front, Miss P has continued to follow her vocation for teaching and is now working at an international school in Nagoya, Japan where she has been since March. We Facetime regularly and she is due home for two weeks at Christmas, but I know that Mrs P misses her badly. It seems that this is something that we will have to get used to as it looks as if Miss P will extend her contract by at least another year.
I too have been gainfully employed on a number of short-term contracts with the NHS around the region and I must say that it has been extremely enjoyable to be able work on time-limited projects knowing that you can then walk away from all the career hassles of the permanent employee.
What with one thing and another, we haven’t had much by way of holidays apart from a week in Cyprus at the end of one contract over a year ago. Mrs P is certainly in need of a break and so am I if truth be told and we definitely need to organise something for next year.
But the other important aspect of my catch-up has been finding out what everyone else has been up to since I cut myself off from the blogosphere and it is surprising how much some people’s lives mirror my own.
Jenny TA has her own concerns about her dad and his health and welfare, while Yorkshire Pudding feels the need to get away more (as well as spreading further unwarranted slurs on the good name of Manchester). Mr Plague has his own views on the rapid march of time and as for Going Gently, well all that be said is that his life continues along its endearingly chaotic path. Welcome back to varied world of blogging!